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got mine - s.l.a.b. lyrics

s.l.a.b., yeah..

[hook – 2x]
why they wanna hate a g, and steady talking down
it don’t matter, cause i’m still gon get mine
now i’m on top of my game, and so i gotta shine
for the hood, cause i got out and got mine

[archie lee]
that n-gga archie lee, gon get his cash regardless
you can hate on a playa, but you still the fraudest
n-gga i paid dues, to get this cash
it ain’t fall out the sky, in no giftwrap bag
sh-t, i use to have them ziplock bags
full of o.z.’s from whole ki’s, i flipped that fast
i hit the block with that hard balling, pitch that crack
now i’m in it straight winning, don’t forget that black
ask my n-gga knock-knock, he can vouch for that
we move bricks on ships, for you nonbelievers
at the end of the day, we stay focused homie
better hating from a distance, i got my toaster on me come on

[jay’ton]
it’s the jay’ton, i steady be dropping bombs
on n-ggas that be hating me, cause i’m setting off alarms
through the lot, working the block until it’s hot
then i burn off to that next spot, with the trunk popped
on a hater who ain’t heard of a g, s-l-a-b
across my gl-ss, so they know who i be
i tell these nothing–ss hoes, i’m a p-i-m-p
and i got the magic stick, and it ain’t for free b-tch

[pimp skinny]
bust for mine, represent it everytime
and bump a n-gga off, if he get out of line
drop it on a dime, it’s my reason for a rhyme
nothing but the g sh-t, till i’m laying in the ground
me and my cl!ck gon show spine, stuck on the grind
pimp skinny that’s fa sho, you n-ggas already know
1-9-7-4, break a b-tch break a hoe
do it like it g-o, so quit hating on s.l.a.b. hoe

[big bee]
it’s the woss ness representer, they gotta check these broads
they knock me, cause i’m a ghetto star
i’m talking bout these bullsh-t n-ggas, smile in your face
talk behind your back n-ggas, i’ma keep mashing n-ggas
it give you hoes, something to talk about
like how big bee, staying with s.l.a.b
and stay hot with lil head, that stand 4’3
with connections with trae and dougie d, to collect the currency

[hook – 2x]

[trae]
when i was broke in the game, i know these haters would diss me
now i’m pulling up in a bumper slab, that make boppers wanna kiss me
these n-ggas ain’t got no love for a g, when i was showing it back
now i’m on a mission in a buick, and ain’t got no time to look back
they really don’t wanna see me doing good, but now i be representing for the hood
stepping out like trae a superstar, and these n-ggas be wishing that they could
be like a southside, slow loud and bangin’ underground
flipping seven figgas out of the maab, ready for any contender

[lil c]
pay close attention to me, i’ll tell you what you need to know
from extracts to snow, i’ll show you how to get this do’
first thang, it takes money to make money
i trick off of myself, and give these broads my fake money
don’t be a dummy, trying to buy it when you can’t afford it
cause you got lil’ ones coming up, that need to be supported
i’m just saying man, sh-t i’ma get mine regardless
i came up broke, eventually it made me heartless

[agg]
see i’m a mob figga, and i be known to get mine
boppers claiming they love me, cause they know i speak rhymes
i’m getting dimes, me and my hoes get round
you say i’m your homie, but girl you need to quit lying
we in the mix now, it ain’t no stopping our tape
you wanna knock a n-gga hustle, i got the glock and i’ll spray
i know you hate to see me in the bentley, chopping up weight
the first hater finna fall, but sh-t he dropping today
and you might catch me in a 6-4, hitting switches with trae
and we ain’t worried bout n-ggas yapping, cause he strapped with a k
i’m bout my money now n-gga, motherf-ck what you say
guerilla maab and mob figgas, we be in it to stay

[lil sha]
i’m a southern g-ngb-nger, with one up in the chamber
n-ggas can’t see me, on the first set of sw-ngas
b-tch n-gga mangler, stupid b-tch strangler
the only thing to hang you, the 4-4 will shame ya
when a n-gga says danger, all on my route
i’ma try to put the whole glock, all in your mouth
i’m easy to locate, i’m all on the south
at the club at the mall, plus i’m all by your house
when i catch you ladies good, it’s going all in they mouth
he’s weaker than weak bricks, so he softer than soft
send his family a message, buy off in your boss
i know what your problem is, the bang got you lost

[dougie d]
these haters they flock around me, and they come dime of the dozen
all shapes sizes and colors, them dirty motherf-ckers
they ain’t never stopping my shine, never gon see me slip
never gon take me off of my game, cause i’m too thoed to get
you go hard or you go home, you can’t handle it leave it alone
this some grown man sh-t, s.l.a.b. b-tch we on our own
got no time for you bustas, you b-tches boppers or w-nkstas
this your n-gga dougie d, sw-nging off on all haters

[lil b]
now tell me why you wanna hate lil b, b-tch -ss n-gga
i’m still that hustler on the grind, trying to stack six figgas
but when i turn around, this n-gga be all in my face
f-ck being your friend, i’ma f-ck around and catch me a case
talking down on my name, fake playa -ss n-gga
sha grab the k, i’ma f-ck around and spray this n-gga
it ain’t no love, a n-gga still will push and will shove
you ain’t no gangsta you a wanna-be, old fake -ss thug

[e]
my name ain’t got no love, so now i’m riding alone
sw-nging on chrome, late night when alone
i’m a playa old school, and on the block
every single day, i love school
i know the game done got shife, but i’m living life for
now i’m running up the twins, like mich-lle phifer
in a viper with the slab, you know i gotta keep it gangsta
2k3, ain’t got no time for no w-nkstas

- s l a b lyrics

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